out here on the lough all movement is vertical
wind and tide and endless sculling
keeping the shore beads constant
no passion is productive in the water
not...
I knew if I died first
I would not
have to bury
or cremate you.
So it came to pass.
No tears.
I cry at funerals
but not at my own.
Things...
poor as an old penny
laying against the dumpster
the stray cats and me
under the rusty moonlight
We, the ones with high numbers,
outrank nearly everything and everyone these days,
even though it’s not in our best interest
given the pending shortages of
affordable resources...
leaves fall
dance and pirouette
through pale late fall skies
land on the brown lawn
quiver and die.
I drink coffee
laced with good bourbon
on the front porch
I take a...
Snowed in
& out
the window
I watched a robin
flit branch to branch
pecking on frozen bark
& listening
a rustle
in my skull
a memory
of something
forgotten
& too late
I hit my head
with...
His fingers—spindly, delicate as a spider’s legs—
dart among the gears,
tools clink in whispers, sharp and sure.
He bends close, breath fogging the polished brass,
eyes fixed...
Daisy was above trickery
no shake-a-paw nonsense for us
no tit for tat
her fetch was gloriously one way
neither of us the alpha type
we just frolicked
careless with...
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Acrylic on canvas. 16"x20".
Ferbo Dunkling
on his walk with Koda
thought of a hopeful
future where Cyborgs
are environmentally conscious
Zombies are conversant
and he wins the lottery
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So, I’m not dead yet.
While my shelf life still remains a mystery
I bought a funeral of sorts --
a cremation party:
old Rock and Roll in...
there is a duty to repair beautiful things
like people silence traumatised dogs and planets
to fill the jagged tree-lines of their fractures
with gold from the sun and...
what will happen
if I don’t
write poems
never again
no wars will be waged
no peace will be broken
no justice will linger
no ocean will drain
only a poem
will be...
World of clinking coins and silent wails,
where sidewalks hum with the soft crush of heels,
everyone steps to their own dirge, unaware.
Oh, the tragic absurdity:
Mr....
The Importance of Being EarnestPencil, graphic ink pen, Kuretake Bimoji Fude brush pen, black permanent ink, ink brush on Yasutomo Japanese ivory-tone Rice...
after Goya’s Capricho No. 43
In the Siberian tundra of mind
the sentinel permafrost of reason
is thawing in these torrid times
of online lies and rising oxycodone...
I dug a hole three times as deep
as last time. You get better at these things.
Dead things. You say,
'it’s the last time,' but it...
When I turn the screw on the device
nipple clamps
your lips pull clear of teeth
it takes years to decipher the puzzle tree
its spindles — not...
this feels like the divorce
i was spared
my parents too exhausted
.......by life
............to split
i should pack up my words now
to save something
of who i’ve been
but...
on the dock
looking out over the water
dreaming
meandering thoughts
my easy steps across the wood
that when it creaked
told me secrets
little ripples and reveries
coming in
that I’ve forgotten
what...
This is our second Artist Postcard, featuring Jillian Sarette Li!
Dear Vacuum.This channel is glad you exist.
Together we wait.The new sailor just got back.Fuck I loathe a society that accepts advertisement.And there’s something wrong...
you are
a lovely whirlwind
spinning
just some energy
locked
in this lost, forgotten
sediment
recording. all the dances
car crashes
bus drivers, dishwashers.dust plankton cosmic
drunken
standup
philosophers
https://soundcloud.com/sherry-170780609/trinity-park
S E V E N B E L L S
They are studying homelessness at the high school, that’s what the kid said, as if...
Forty-Fives
A Story in Interconnected Flash
-1-
Ada’s skin was caramel and her hair so black it looked blue. She was tiny with shoulder blades like wire...
how it gleams under show lights—
chrome shimmered once like this,
but not after '67, when my brother drove it
through siege, shot-out glass,
powder-burned rims
riddle-marked at Texas...
after Charlie Haden’s, “First Song”
No one remembers the first song
sung to them in mother’s whisper.
The words, merely notes to soothe
the savage beast at her...
When I die
The ferns ‘ll go on
And the fish in the sea
Slivers of dawn
And once I was a Fisherman’s wife
Couldn’t talk
Couldn’t speak
And I liked...
Watercolor and Micron pen .5, 6" X 9"
A cloudless sulfur butterfly (probably Phoebis sennae) caught in mid-flight on a warm November day using my Nikon D3200 camera in continuous shooting mode.
a touch of red
suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.
looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of...
I finally accomplished my dream
of becoming an online mythical character
who flew her flags
among her kind of heroes and heroines,
the other ones who understood
the meaning...
the white tail-end of thanksgiving
is feathered over the farm
three feet deep
& the gray hand of god
pushes downward.
ghosts of children
slip through the cracks
of the barn...
Look
I’d like to help you
and it’s time
I’ve put money
in the account
you say you never had one
Look
the credit card
I made you tear up
I still get...
"Sorry. Sorry. Last bloke I stood on I
broke his toe. Sorry. Got his own back
with a bit of this." Shakes his bunched five
the bus lurches...
at first I was pissed
when the cat
knocked over the Christmas tree
then I was delighted
our cat basically said
fuck the stress of pageantry
and living up to...
Christmas morning,
sunlight creeping in like a landlord
knocking for rent.
stocking caps hung limp,
empty as a politician’s promise.
the tree stood bare,
no gifts, no mess,
just me and...
It wasn't always this way
it used to be
when bad guys always lost
and paid for their sins
there were cowboy heroes
and stars and stripes
when boys and...
From 1984–1987, I published the little magazine Clock Radio. Like many small ("little") literary magazines of the day, this one was produced on a shoestring,...
along the stream that fell from clouds
he came upon
a pile
of bones
recognized
the glaze
and angles
as his own
kicked them
in the creaming
beck
no use
for them
without
a head
going upstream
beside
the gambling goose
where...
No chance for love poems now.
Maybe we'll find another way to say it.
I'll be so glad when it's over,
when he finally allows it all...
Henry: This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Y’know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they gotta be...
My daughter says
she’s been called
to sing some high song,
some choral song,
at some high mass,
at some cathedral,
somewhere in Detroit.
“I can’t eat now,” she says.
“Not tonight.
Not...
no leaves left
on the trees
I get to look deep
into the woods now
The first time I was called a poet, I took offense,
for poetry is good for nothing: it neither
makes love nor wages war, nor pays...
Do not tell me you are dying.
I am an empathetic soul
& a part of me
will begin dying, too.
Tell me, instead, your soul
is leaving to...
I work (slave) at a dollar store
they put the Christmas shit out
in fucking August
instead of a star there should be a dollar sign
on top...
The slow and sullen wind that lingers
in the corners of my room, compact,
brooding, breathes in, breathes out,
sighs and shifts, rises, falls,
gives up, gives in,...
cold in here when I woke
opened the doors to the woodstove
cold ashes, not even one glowing ember -
I piled in kindling
and wood on top...
The soldiers woke us at 5 a.m.,
a bullhorn announcing we had
an hour to pack our belongings
& leave. 200 years we’ve lived
in this glade, subsisting on...
the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.
best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.
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while silken streams
of white carnations
down my legs fell
into a delicate web
a blood spot formed
on a blackened moon
you slid off me
on a three legged stool
you...
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Glen Banvie Trail on the Blair Castle Estate, Scotland. October, 2024.
I dreamt I was a kelp forest swaying in pitch-
-black waters. Above me moonlight fluttered
like confetti and seagulls roosted on cliff-sides
and buoys. An oil...
Hawk skirls overhead,
red berries bloom like blood against
the shadowed wood.
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Crow quill pen and ink on Strathmore illustration board. Illustration from the book, "Did Adam...
In twenty twenty-eight,
light narrows, ink falls silent in the streets.
Words shaved of edges, poetry a lost shape,
a forgotten voice in fog.
But Hosokawa Yusai knew...
I like tools.
I like spatulas.
I like good shoes
and Kikkoman soy sauce.
I like the thing
that fixes that
other thing and
the other thing
that fixes that.
I like tape dispensers
and...
For many fine men,
words like bitch,
or pussy—
sit heavy on the tongue,
emitted like a toxin
if ever uttered.
They would rather
default to tired,
or angry for
the perceived irrationality;
and...
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Charcoal pencil drawing by Pat Perrin from the novel, The Jamais Vu Papers, by Wim Coleman and Pat Perrin. Harmony Books/Crown (1991). After publication,...
I was seven when an aneurism grew like a rotten berry inside Mother’s brain and burst. Everyone said, at least her suffering is over, the...
inside them still
the blue sky, still the dream
of brave, and strong, and free.
All you didn’t say
in these birds with endless softness
with nothing
to uphold, nothing
to...
they peeled him back,
those priests,
hands slick with oils,
dropped his heart
in a jar like an olive.
wrapped him tight,
packed him for eternity—
knives, chariot,
songs he’d need
to reach...
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Graphic ink pen, permanent coloured ink, ink brush, watercolours, and some printed elements on Yasutomo Rice Paper .. 77cm x 44cm. Text added via...
from the Sermon at the Crossroads
Blessed are those who know there to be no blessings
for they shall hear the music of...
As a child I believed no machine
could hurt you, that even the big
crushing ones would stop, would
have to stop, heads bowed, hats
removed, as the...
In your absence,
fall came anyway.
Leaves turned ruddy and gold,
began their wuthering dance,
fluttered down like leaflets
as they've always done.
I wore your new jacket
as I gathered...
leaves are rusting
cars are rusting
I wake up in the mornings
cursing the frost
and missing the warmth of Dixie
I hate the cold
I say
my wife and I...
~
i won't write a poem about it
it's cool you do but i can't
in my childhood town
after each new tragedy
kids navigated for position
for how we...
I told this to a waiter taking my drink order.
“I don’t drink when I’m sober.”
He stared at me for a long moment.
“So, when do...
Bare feet dock-dangling down,
memories morning-cleansed
in gentle lakewater.
Loons warble back and forth,
one zooms under me
at supernatural speed.
A boy casts out, reels in
a small sunny.
As it...
Folks said my father was a drunk and a no-good bastard, but we marched behind him with maracas and rhythm sticks shaking our little...
The seawall whispers the voices of the drowned,
their words curling into the fog, sticky with salt and secrets.
From the mist, she emerges—
a girl in...
bay breeze froth
and the barmaid’s pretty nails
I’ll never feel their caress
it’s another Saturday night
at the sports bar
jukebox playing
the soundtrack to
hell
I shuffle my thoughts
like playing...
the leaves are not vain
about falling
sunlight on the edge of each one
Original music video. Written, performed, and produced by the author.
To view, click on the arrow in the center
Lyrics shown below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0ucg8Y9Q1Y&t=1s
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Lyrics to the video
Hello two...
This will surely be TMI for you, but yesterday I had a very bad day.
I won’t bore you with the details of which, since...
there's a teenage, fentanyl
addicted
cowboy, sprawled out
on the floor
of the #4 to downtown LA
tasseled, rawhide
leather jacket
hatchet
Howard Hawks face
fist clenching the reins
of a crushed, empty Miller...
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Pen and Ink. 10" X 12".
the way he still chases you in dreams,
his dead brother,
then stares into blankness
when he wakes.
i want to dive into his dog dreams
run with him...
I have a Portuguese granddaughter, Clara,
who insists that only grandad
can read books to her over the phone.
Our favourite and our best books
are Charlie and...
put down
way up north
for the locals
he walks it daily
too old to drive
recalls rolling
his Schwinn across
a black olive top
and now, how aging
has worn the surface
down...
When they bought expensive tickets
for a cruise on the Flying Dutchman
they didn’t know they wouldn’t be going home again.
But they were a rugged and resourceful...
We walk beneath a fettled roof of leaves,
Where beasts maraud and insects form a line.
The trail of many bones & lost beliefs
Becomes the route...
When you have run out of outrage;
when every day is a loaded gun
and your hand is not on the trigger;
when you have given all...
(Scroll to bottom to hear the poet read this poem)
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She hovers behind the bar,
not standing but floating, her feet barely grazing
the sticky floor,
a ghost...
May the words in my head
and the meditations I create
in my over-active brain
and practice with good intentions
as I push my asthmatic breath in and...
… Old Baucis is by old Philemon seen
Sprouting with sudden leaves of spritely green:
Old Baucis look’d where old Philemon stood,
And saw his lengthen’d arms a sprouting wood …
...
a neat balance of the grip that pulls
and the calloused hands that push
around we go — the natural cohesion
holding us in place
our eyes accustomed...
so we move forward differently once again.
.while you remain in mind.
We make no bones,
it was the sea that held its breath
and deferred to you, our mother. You,
who set aside the rancor of tides
and gathered...
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Gliding along the surface of the pond,
two wood ducks land and split the water
into knives of movement, rippling out
in broken lines and interference patterns;
the...
Elliot Biggs stood at the door of the bank,
the check, crumpled—his thumb pressed hard to the ink,
ten years gone in a breathless sigh,
dull eyes...
Watercolour and acrylic paints on Ampersand Aquabord .. 33.8cm x 33.8cm
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2. Watercolour and acrylic paints on Ampersand Aquabord .. 21cm x 40cm
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3. Watercolour...
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
—Rudyard Kipling
The City on the Hill is turning out its lights
and closing up for...
I had forgotten how to fly.
There was a small dark owl with me
On the old dirt road by the wind.
It was a very dark...
I scrubbed out my asshole today
it’s clean and shiny
hell, I might even get it bleached
it could use it
after 46 years of life
it’s dealt with...
When you can’t afford
to renew the lease on your grave
and your hollowed-out carcass
has nowhere else to die the rest of its death
do not forget
your...
Let none admire
That riches grow in Hell: that soil may...
Daddy's home, dog, you can take that dump
in the middle of the floor now. And cat,
please, a hairball would be nice. Kitchen sink
—my life...
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Oil on Wood. 12" x 16".
I'm undercover
listening to owls
a blue heron flies downriver
the rain almost silent
The hollow clatter,
fork to plate, rings—
a sound misplaced.
Empty halls devour voices
that once stood firm,
laughter now foreign
as wind to the walls.
Half the rooms sit cold,
chairs...
Clay Logo 1.
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Clay Logo 2.
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Man-Eating Art 1: We Will Eat You
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Man-Eating Art 2: Tastes Funny
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Man-Eating Art 3: ALAS
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Man-Eating Art 4: Not Eaten
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Grapevine
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Abstract 24 - 1
Mixed Media, Impact Adhesive, acrylic paint, black ink, ink brush, graphic ink pen, white ink, System 3 Screenprinting acrylic ink, Permaset...
i can’t find all my friends today
where they live inside my phone
but i pray they find the blankets
i am sending
~
there’s a holy woman in...
She finds her way down the hillside in the late night dark, making no use of a flashlight habitually held in one hand. If...
You may think it inconsequential that an empty
tube of toothpaste is not, if pressed, empty,
but has more to give of itself. You may prefer
odes...
Bukowski's Bluebird
and Psalm 139;
Starbucks
and hardhats,
badges
and faux bouquets;
healing gardens
and prayer circles;
a shiny pink balloon
in an atrium's skylight;
a young resident
in blue scrubs,
keys jangling
on her hip;
red aviation...
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Oil and Gold Leaf on Canvas, 105 cm x 105 cm
The Earth calls to me,
gravity tugging like an old chain
I’ve forgotten how to break—
her blue belly swollen, thick with storms.
My ship falls from heaven,
the...
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Watercolor. 6" x 8".
Mom packed
all week,
folding and putting
clothes in suitcases,
wrapping keepsakes
in newspaper,
setting boxes
in the hallway,
Dad kicking them
as he went by.
“You’re not going
anywhere,” he said.
“Just put it all...
When I was nineteen, lost, alone,
depraved and often raving from
the lack of food and meaning,
walking the streets for days
on end after dropping out
of college...
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Oil on canvas. 90 cm x 90 cm.
We’re told it’s only been unleashed one time
by a lone fanatical guerrilla sent
by some silent foreign power. People talk
about him all the time, but most don’t...
"Seat open?" I asked the guy sitting next to an empty stool at this small town's local hangout.
"Yup! You're welcome to it!" he, smiling.
"Thanks!"...
And the rain that didn't fall today
would have sounded like other rain,
each note both random and precise.
And the wind that didn't blow today
would have...
I shall live by the ocean and walk a sandy shore.
And there shall I find a long boardwalk
with benches worn rough, and toddlers
dripping ice...
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Take care driving over The Gap.
Emboldened by night, deer emerge
from the grim wood to graze the verge
between the black trees and blacktop.
A mountain tableau,...
In the low-lit juke where blues crawl thick—
thick as gospel, thick as grit—
Big Mama sits, hands heavy on the frets of time,
plucking the black...
A tune plays on the radio, a jazz-funk fusion
with a title that sounds like a dire prediction.
One apocalypse or another is always coming.
Cold water...
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Oil on canvas. 30cm X 40cm. Winner, People's Choice Award at the "History Presents Future" exhibition, The Open Gallery, Halifax, UK (September, 2024).
The question becomes
...
When I was a child, the word most often applied to me was shy. Not true. I simply enjoyed watching. Everything. Every night, I would...
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Artist's Note: Linen and cotton yarns, handmade paper, river stones, bone beads, on a wrapped tree branch, 48” wide x 41”high x 16” deep. My...
I’ve read the story a dozen times
and seen the movie versions
as many times
or more
and still
when Santiago
pulls the huge fish
alongside
the sharks always come
and eat his...
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Oils on linen. 30cm x 40cm.
My brain scan came back
electronically, without commentary.
I expected an intake of breath
a frame by frame affirmation,
an attached graphic to explain
these pyrotechnic nighttime
symphonic explosions, a...
years ago
a mysterious spore
germinated in his basement
under a rug he had swept fine dust
the sibylline flat white fungi
are communion wafers
each the body of the...
Click on Arrow in Red Box to Listen. Music composition, Performance, Lyrics, and Production by Matt Dennison.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF6fU4EOOpk
There goes Mr Prichard Morris
down to the shed to take his kine
out on the hills, to Garn Ddu
the black rock. He says the grass
up...
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Artist's Note: charcoal pencil on paper. 8" x 8". I don't do a lot of freestanding drawing or painting, most of my work is...
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
...
Rumi says we can bang on a musical instrument first thing in
the morning to fight
our emptiness
I like to blend a fruity elixir and smack...
tomorrow
i'm gonna carry a casket
the body of a kid I once raced
in a long ago summer
in San Jose
high school
had closed up
for a hot breath
summertime
and...
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We cannot go with you this time
All-consuming night
has swallowed the solemn moon
So hightide and wave retire
and the piano charms with regret
in the reed beds
and...
Now this is a special kind of nowhere.
Its midpoint even, a place equidistant
from North and South, somewhere
neither desert nor tundra.
The beige walk here, eat...
I want to get better at silence,
to entertain it as some do angels,
to rescue it like grains of salt
on paths beneath the soles of...
You moved on before giving notice.
I got lost in the smoke and mirrors
and barely noticed the empty hours,
and you always had such good answers.
Now,...
Angles about him sensed, the first,
the free web presents, and he waits.
No, of course he does not wait, he
simply is: spider, small beyond time,
so small...
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Watercolor on 140 lb. watercolor paper, 7.5"' X 9.25"
Once you sell your horses
you’re never the same.
That’s not necessarily true,
just an attempt to say
the unsayable as loud
as the wounded frog
roaring across the valley
from...
Martha was dying. Her doctor knew it, her husband, David, knew it, and me being her caregiver, knew it too. The only one who...
You know, selfies aren’t for us.
We’re old, but I grow younger
instantly when I run into you.
We stop and share tea
at The Campus Cafe
as...
m `zo came to me
with pieces of things she'd done
she said We can put some in the river,
some under the trees
and some on top of...
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A
sweat
bee is
cleaning its
antenna in the
morning sun while a butterfly
is flexing its wings, like lungs (like bellows), waiting for
just the right current of wind to...
https://soundcloud.com/rc-james/sweet-summer-rain
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A light rain turned the alleyway into a slow blues
dusk settled in but didn't make me sad
I took a few dance steps through the...
We crossed the Ohio at Wheeling, ducked
past the tourist trappings of the Steel City
like two outlaws, made our Hollywood
escape, determined to get as far...
Spry creatures of the daytime,
actions seek their resting point
at the bottom of the funnel,
a fall,
a drop
a break in the surface below.
I came here to...
My Japanese maples
were revived,
a girl's chalk heart
was dissolved in a courtyard,
a hero was given a chance
to cry in secret,
a harried nurse's coffee
was diluted,
the air...
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when you die
tell the bees
they will want
to know
to turn you in
the right direction
toward the flowers
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Guard 1. Ink on Paper. 21 cm X 15 cm.
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Guard 2. Ink on Paper. 21 cm X 15 cm
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After such a strange pile of months
the touch from a kind-eyed girl in a newsagent's
and a lovely smile from a lady walking her boxer
renewed...
A statuesque figure, her faux breasts
glinting in the sunlight,
she stood in the front room
for years by the Venetian blinds,
where sunlight warmed
like a cat at...
Cesar Millan frowns, shrugs
throws in the towel, groans:
I have no answer
she's a pit/collie mix
the muscled body
of Mike Tyson
the gentle, infinite brain
of Carl Sagan
-------
she won't...
walking the hallway
of highways
my sign was ignored
but for embarrassments of drivers
children in back seats
slobbering tongues on windows
snooty dogs and women
with high-high hair and low-low...
I stood solemn
for a moment
in high desert
summer grasses
thinking here
the old god danced
to the music
of a million cicadas
centuries ago
before priests
from Spain
severed his manhood
& turned it
into...
I went on the deck and sang Beach Boys songs
I don’t know why but I was happy
I had no reason to be
it was night...
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Media: Rotring Isographs and Pigma Microns on mixed media paper. Size: 9" X 12".
Useless to scream, shut the fuck up!
so I've learned to disregard dogs next door
barking from midnight till eleven
but, the ice maker dropping shards into...
Complete silence in the full, morning subway car
as most, looking down, locked in, scroll, scroll,
stop, scroll, scroll, stop, two-thumb type, scroll,
stop, scroll, scroll, stop,...
A colorful mural climbed the wall of a building perched at the corner and I crossed toward its sunbathed warmth then stopped. Stretched across...
I can feel my molecules.
My fingers clench and press on the opposite hand’s knuckles, wrenching, small strands of sinew click back and forth, my hands are...
Maggie takes me to the airport
in a tiny Uber
an EV so small I could embrace
Scott the driver
from the backseat
He stutters but tells
stories
unabashedly
for the duration...
i have been used
up, nothing more to say
i am too small
to be useful
i am below the
statistical likelihood
of ever making
a difference
i am tired
too, too tired
too...
For the raw throats of souls in Hell,
I swallow waterfalls from the faucet
till I’m satisfied.
Daddy tells bedtime stories to warn me
of the silver fire...
He lived in the top story of a very tall house on an even higher hill far above a little
village which appeared as dry...
Don’t ask me why I thought this would work.
It seemed as plausible as any of the other “cures” I’ve tried since the diagnosis.
The Northern...
the AI stream
so doppelgänger me
restructured my presence
in machine-like action
to exist in close
approximation
of aesthetic invisibility
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1. Furtive
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2. D.A.D. (Delusional and Demonic)
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3. Cyber-Poet With A Mind-Trigger: Proposes...
Luke can’t wait any longer
for enlightenment
so he’s going
on a spiritual journey.
He doubts
it’s appropriate
to bring a flashlight
& extra batteries.
He found an orange robe
at Goodwill
with cigarette...
This apartment is noisy. Have there always been so many sirens, so many cars, so many bubbling lights? Where on earth is everybody going?...
My gladlings, you spinning blades to be, close brood
of a hot front porch: There is no you, no I, only Nest
and Queen; for it...
I wait in a queue at the store to pay for my basket of groceries
and I wait for swallowed painkillers to ease my headache
I...
Pencil, ink, watercolour, graphic ink pen on 3-ply 500 Series Bristol 100% cotton paper .. 77cm x 44cm
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So,
I’m not dead yet.
80th birthday came and went
with me listening to a lot of people
telling me I don’t look my age
and certainly don’t act...
If my mind truly is broke, at least I’m the only one
holding the pieces. That’s a rare claim around here,
owning something outright. My own people never
seen...
The Banana tree we planted
on Emma’s third birthday is slowly
shooting upwards.
I plan to shift to Pune
where people are a lot warmer.
The car requires less...
There is a sound a wheat field makes
when a strong breeze blows through
and it's called rustling; but the one
I recall was more than a...
When I return home from a long weekend away
I find in the bathroom sink
my old nail clippings
forgotten in a rush to leave on a
backpack...
Hoodie,
a white sky, I was looking for substance, got recognition.
if it's in the past - - then it's I was
if it's in the future -...
When you live across from a cemetery,
you’re bound to see animals that aren’t there.
Last evening I saw a brown hare
that was actually an old...
Back outside, the wind is starting
to pick up. I have that feeling
of acceleration, that quickening
that comes, and I might say is
required, when you have...
Abstract Acrylic 1
Acrylic on paper, 18" X 24"
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Abstract Acrylic 2
Acrylic on paper, 4" X 6"
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Abstract Acrylic 3
Acrylic on paper, 18" X 24"
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Acrylic Abstract 4
Acrylic...
Women Warriors on the Battlefield. In pre-modern Japan, the Onna-musha were female warriors who were just as powerful and deadly as their male samurai...
I'm pretty sure it is
I been around my impending death for awhile
it's very interesting
everyone has a blur around them
I figure it's their soul
it's a...
1.
A forgotten key
cannot mourn the loss of its lock
or openly lament its lack of purpose
any more than I can remember
the number on the old...
"Elwoody": 7" x 5.5" on light sketch paper. Media: Extra Black Pencil, with orange, red, brown, and blue watercolor wash.
swindlers run the world
morals are...
The first line, tapped out days ago
T-h-e(SPACEBAR)w-o-m-a-n(SPACEBAR)i-s(SPACEBAR)p-e-r-f-e-c-t-e-s
(BACKSPACE)-d
The woman is perfected
My purpose feels dire, not as slick and clack
and mint-green as she first described
through the...
Sixty years and more since
I held the clover in my hand
in the field fronting our house,
looked close, saw the blue
piercing white, whispered:
“blue-blooded-bleeder”
and felt the...
no one is doing anything
more than
petting shadows
the day will come
when everyone of us
will miss everyone of us
when the song ends
it's just dark out there
The backyard is humming with honey bees.
The photinia hedge is a mass of clustered,
tiny, white flowers. If you were here, I’d tease
you & say,...
The daylily stranded in dirt,
its morning flame doused by sunset;
the arctic tern, decades in midair
in search of love and accommodation;
a river, always ancient, always...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hc7gCOYGTmQ
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Prendere Lucciole Per Lanterne (To Take Fireflies For Lanterns)
As midnight tolled its long count
our host Stefano tumbled down
into the oleander plants
around the border of...
Abraham Lincoln, perhaps the country's greatest president, could be termed a martyr, and yet there's an old one liner bit of humor about his...
9:00 am flight arrives at an ungodly time 2 hours behind. jet lag. earth lag. got to my hotel room but the card doesn’t...
I’ll see a lifetime of us.
How you watch me
take so long to put my shoe on,
and don’t get bored,
and prefer me,
like you prefer all...
The breeze I ignored
up in the attic is a dust devil
dancing down the stairs
a swirl of intent heading
havoc to the kitchen.
I tell you, nothing...
Artist's Note: The mediums used in this series are pencil, ink and charcoal.
The technique of the first 12 is ink base, with some printed...
jawin’ with the wind
I just said I love you to her
but was talkin’ to someone else
the wind knows that
blowin’ me apart with my own...
Dear Imaginary Daughter,
You will be a horrible mother. I will inform you when you’re thirteen, the ripe age for making babies, because you’re an...
There’s peace in
a midnight walk
alone, on a remote beach
wave watching
the twinkling fractals
trying to put the moon
back together
until thinking interrupts
with a desire
to share the moment
with...
I was only 5 but my life was over, and my world was about to end. We were moving house, and I knew that...
Oil on Canvas, 44" X 32". Based on the artist's visit to Samurai Museum, Hiroshima, Japan.
It takes a while for me to notice the new prison bars on the windows and the locked external doors. Somewhere in the house...
Newspaper picture of me and daughter a million years ago...
we bond over dead sisters
& other things we collect
from losses in our lives—
her bicycle,
my mother’s house,
some fishing lures someone said
were my grandfather’s.
there’s a ripeness...
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